Hmm
Fast Money Boyz
Yeah
Ooh, ayy, ayy

I done blew so much money fuckin' with the drank
I just made two hundred bands, let's go to the bank
Fast money, heavyweight, I'm the biggest ape
I'll get your ass dropped somewhere out of state
Me and Jefe off a pint, I can barely move
I just popped a whole Perky and went to the moon
I got blood in my cup, blood on my shoes
I just fucked the baddest bitch and left her in the room
I spent four thousand for this 'fit, I think I'm all that
Cleat check around this bitch, shout out ALLBLACK
When I hit her I'll be done, I don't call back
I don't believe these rap niggas, I think it's all cap
I ain't had shit but a stick, tryna shoot and trip
Times change, now I'm on Rodeo with the baddest bitch
High as hell in the Bentley truck goin' the wrong way
Get me back to my resort, I had a long day
In the fifty zone with fifty on me, I'm with fifty niggas
You just be rapping, you ain't active, you ain't with the killers
You don't be trapping, your broke ass has never caught a package
Sit the fuck down before I push your niggas' shit back

We got FN's, we got chopsticks
I bet that AR hit what the Glock miss
Flyin' first class, bitch, I'm somewhere by the cockpit
I'm just a young rich nigga on some fly shit, yeah
I need a Lamborghini on my block, huh
I'm tryna spend two-fifty on my watch, huh
Had your bitch gettin' busy on the yacht
God can kill me right now if that's a lie

These ain't AMF bowling cleats, look again
I blew sixty bands last week and still got one-ten
Fell out with family, up the strap on them so-called friends
Tell niggas no one time and watch how they bash your head
On stage at Rolling Loud, strap slippin' down my pants
Sleep paralysis, I hate layin' down in the bed
Since niggas know so much, tell me, what's two plus two?
Since niggas got so much drip, why your 'fit so boo?
Since niggas hate BLACK so much, why I ain't been blues?
Niggas be out here tellin' stories like they ain't county blues
Max off that tan, if you move wrong, I'ma bust
Eyes rollin' back like ghetto girls, DC, pass the buffs
I got billboards on that blade by the taco truck
I bend two corners like a trick and break on a mutt
Turn on that rockstar shit and make a white bitch choose up
Put her on X and XX, that's a thousand a nut

We got FN's, we got chopsticks
I bet that AR hit what the Glock miss
Flyin' first class, bitch, I'm somewhere by the cockpit
I'm just a young rich nigga on some fly shit, yeah
I need a Lamborghini on my block, huh
I'm tryna spend two-fifty on my watch, huh
Had your bitch gettin' busy on the yacht
God can kill me right now if that's a lie

We got FN's, we got chopsticks
I bet that AR hit what the Glock miss
Yes, it will, yes, it will
Yes, it will, yes, it will, yes, it will